"I can't rule it out. I always felt that the mysterious person who spent so much effort to lay out and take pictures must not be just to drive Mu Sihan away, so that the two of you could not join forces. He must have a back-up move. ”

Tang Qiao's worries come more from women's intuition, and there is no evidence.

"I heard Old Man Mu say that Mu Sihan left Jincheng only after reaching some kind of agreement with the 'mysterious man'." Ye Zeting didn't plan to tell Tang Qiao this, he didn't want to see other men more infatuated than him.

But now that the situation is serious, and Tang Qiao is in the middle of it, there are some things that can't be bypassed, and she will know sooner or later.

Instead of letting her hear this from other people's mouths, it was better for him to tell her personally, in addition to showing that he was very honest, he could also know Tang Qiao's true attitude for the first time.

"Does he know who the 'mystery man' is?" Tang Qiao's reaction was really a little-

Larger than life!

"How do you see that?" Ye Zeting asked in surprise. In fact, he thought so too, although Old Man Mu didn't admit it.

"I don't know who the other party is, so how can I reach an agreement with him?" Tang Qiao is really a logical child.

"The mysterious person has the ability to set up a situation, so he naturally has the ability to talk to Mu Sihan about the conditions without revealing his deeds." Ye Dashao explained.

"Can you do this?" Tang Qiao grabbed his hair and felt that his IQ was offline. She also wanted to call and ask who Mu Sihan was.

"Okay," Ye Zeting reached out and stroked Tang Qiao's hair, "You don't have to think about these things anymore." All you have to do is conceive our children and go about your studies. I've got other things to do. ”

Tang Qiao felt as if he was more capable of helping now, so he nodded obediently.

Hooked his hands around Ye Zeting's neck: "Okay, I'll listen to you." But when you're in trouble, tell me about it. I'm sure I'm not as good as you when it comes to solving problems, but I'm still very good at making my husband happy. ”

"How good are you? It's better to coax one to take a look. Ye Zeting had a look of "coax me, coax me" on his face.

"Look at it—" Tang Qiao stood up from Ye Zeting's arms, rolled up his sleeves, and cleared his throat, looking like he was going to do something big. When Ye Zeting's expectations reached the highest, she patted her ass and left!

"Gone?" Ye Zeting got up angrily, and with a doting tone, he pretended to be angry and questioned.

"What do you think, President Night? It's time to go to work, so do your job. Tang Qiao slipped into the lounge to flip through her books and learn her professional classes.

"Little naughty." Ye Dashao pursed his lips and smiled, collected his thoughts, and went to continue his work.

Sitting back in the president's chair, I saw a text message quietly sent by Ye Yansong on my mobile phone......

The old man of the night really wanted to go through the procedure to remove Ye Zeting from the position of president, but as a result, he had just started to get up, and after being persuaded by Ye Yansong and Ye Zhicheng and others, he was inexplicably sent back to the night house. I also slept in the car.

After returning to the night house, he felt that what happened today was so unreal, as if it was all his dream.

"Old man, you're just tired."

Mrs. Eighth brought the ginseng tea made by herself, served him to drink, and pinched his shoulders and beat his legs. Uncle Gui also brought the little Buddha over to make him happy, and after a while, the old man fell asleep on the recliner.

He has been dozing off lately after sitting for a long time, and he has slept very lightly. It's easy to wake up and lose your temper when you wake up.

So after Mrs. Eight lightly covered him with the blanket, she reached out to lead the little Buddha away, for fear of disturbing him.

I don't want her hand to touch Little Buddha's head, and Little Buddha grinned at her unhappily. It has never liked Mrs. Eight very much, maybe in its eyes, Mrs. Eight is also a pet like it.

Pets are all to compete for pets, not to mention such a competitive and intelligent border collie as Little Buddha.

"I'll do it." Uncle Gui almost served the little Buddha as a little master, so the little Buddha liked him very much, and happily followed him out of the room and went for a walk in the garden.

Uncle Gui gently brought the door to the door, and the old man fell asleep quietly in the room alone, with bodyguards guarding the door.

Mrs. Eight secretly breathed a sigh of relief the moment the door was closed. Ever since the incident where she slept with Yejiu, her life has been getting harder and harder every day. Be extra careful in front of the old man.

"Go rest for a while." Uncle Gui looked at the eighth wife, who used to be a sparrow turned into a phoenix, and now she has become a bald-tailed chicken that has lost her hair, and he also sighed in his heart.

"Huh." Mrs. Eight replied gratefully. This night up and down the house, and your uncle still treats her as before.

After resting for about 20 minutes, it was estimated that the old man was about to wake up, so Mrs. Eight made ginseng tea and came to the door of the old man's room at night. I listened with my ear to the door, but there was no movement inside.

She had no choice but to take tea and wait outside.

After staying in the air-conditioned room for a long time, she was quite thirsty, and Mrs. Eighth saw that the two bodyguards guarding the door were staring at the tea in her hand from time to time, so she said softly:

"Anyway, the old man hasn't woken up yet, so you two can have a drink. It's okay, I brought extra cups. No one will find out. ”

The two bodyguards didn't agree at first, but Mrs. Eight poured the tea herself and brought it to them, and they were embarrassed to refuse.

What's more, the monitoring in this corridor was broken half an hour ago, and it is still being repaired, and it is estimated that it will be repaired only if you go to the warehouse to match the parts. So if they drink this tea, no one will know.

The two bodyguards drank it all at great speed.

Mrs. Eight also quickly wiped the inner wall of the cup with her handkerchief, and then hung the cup back in its original position. As long as she doesn't say it, no one else will know.

The two bodyguards glanced at Mrs. Eight gratefully, and Mrs. Eight smiled back. Suddenly heard a voice inside, the bodyguard hurriedly opened the door, and Mrs. Eight walked in with tea. No, the old man just rolled over and continued to sleep.

As soon as Mrs. Eighth raised her foot and wanted to leave, she saw the old man frowning, as if she would wake up at any time.

As soon as the two bodyguards saw this, they let Mrs. Eight stay in the old man's room, and they thought that the old man would wake up in a few minutes at most.

However, when they closed the door lightly, Mrs. Eight completely changed her face, and her once beautiful and charming face became hideous and terrifying!

Slowly, step by step, she pressed towards the old man of the night, and her heart was tumbling with surging hatred.

The old man lying on the bed seemed to have sensed the danger, but he couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't even open his eyes, and could only blink desperately to express his inner dissatisfaction and pain.

"It doesn't taste good, old thing!" Mrs. Eight came to the side of the old man of the night, bent down, and said very softly in his ear.

The speed at which the old man blinked was noticeably faster.

"Actually, I really want you to taste this taste of death, but it's a pity, Lord Yama won't keep you, so you should die quickly. But before you die, please sign this share transfer form. ”

Mrs. Eight quickly unbuttoned her neckline and took out the transfer letter from her clothes.

Then she put her hand into her underwear again, and pulled out the U-shaped underwire hidden in the corset, one end of which was sharper than the tip of a needle, and she took the old man's thumb and plunged it into his flesh.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the old man of the night trembled all over his body in pain, but he was powerless to resist.

Blood, pouring out of his flesh.

Mrs. Eight immediately pressed the blood-stained handprint on the transfer letter.

There was actually an autograph of the old man Ye on the transfer form, which Mrs. Eight had managed to get her hands on before. Coupled with this handprint now, the biggest shareholder of Shenye will be her in the future!

Mrs. Eight looked at the signature and handprint on the transfer form, and she really couldn't put it down, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl several times.

It's just that when she thought that the old thing in front of her was immortal, and she couldn't get everything she wanted, she hurriedly put away the transfer book. Then he went around to the back of the old man who was sleeping on his side, found the position she had set before, and took the tip of the steel ring, and wanted to stab his head hard.

This method of killing is what she learned when she watched "Conan", she has already tested it on large animals, and it is completely feasible.

After all, it was the first time to kill someone, and it was someone she had hated for many years, and Mrs. Eight was a little excited and a little nervous. So when she hit it for the first time, she just gently punctured the skin on the back of the old man's neck.

With only one bead of blood, how can he relieve the hatred that Mrs. Eight has had in her heart for many years?

Think about how she spent all the years she was married? She is such a young and beautiful woman, and if she wants to be ruined by this old man, she will not be able to relieve her hatred even if she cuts this old thing with a thousand knives!

So the second time, Mrs. Eight concentrated her hatred and demanded that she must succeed at one time. After all, she has already come in, and Uncle Gui will soon come back after walking the little Buddha, leaving little time for her.

"Die, old thing!"

Mrs. Eight stabbed down with all her might, but as if she had encountered some resistance, she could only pierce the distance of the surface of the skin.

She tried and tried, and it was still like that. Immediately panicked!

How is this possible?

Just as she was about to try again, the door suddenly opened from the outside. In addition to Uncle Gui, there was also Ye Yansong standing outside the door.

They rushed in with bodyguards and took Mrs. Eight down in less than thirty seconds.

Mrs. Eight was frightened and panicked, and she tried to make up lies to explain, but she didn't expect the old man to sit up in front of her.

The old and deep eyes looked at her, "I was kind enough to spare your life, but you want me to die!" ”

Mrs. Eight almost fainted on the spot, she shook her head vigorously, "Impossible, impossible, I obviously drugged your tea." You're not poisoned? ”

She really wants a pack of rat medicine, and the medicine will kill this old immortal.

However, the more poisonous the drug, the easier it is to be detected afterwards. She had no choice but to choose this kind of medicine that paralyzed the whole body, and the picture was to perform an autopsy by an algorithmic doctor, but no traces could be found.